One Sword Nine Ya

After a few rains, late spring is coming to an end, but the days are calm.

They visited Zhuang Baihan once, and the scholar has calmed down a lot, and nothing can be seen on the surface. After this incident, he seems to be much calmer.

Chen Weichen asked him if he still wanted to be an official in the court based on his achievements at the Peach Blossom Banquet, Zhuang Baihan nodded, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but it was covered up by other things.

They still practiced as before, and occasionally went out to play.

After swimming through several famous scenic spots, there was nowhere to go.The capital is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the storyteller can't talk about the events of the past and the present, and everyone can't use their hands and feet, which is very boring.

I went to the theater to listen to a few plays, except for some noisy ghost stories, there were only some old romances of wits and beauties.Nowadays, people don’t seem to like reunion dramas. Huadan, who is dressed in very plain clothes, sings “It turns out that there are so many flowers and reds blooming everywhere” at one time, and “It turns out that you are a fake heart waiting for red makeup” at the next moment, which is very disappointing.

"There are also some human stories in the library of our Taoist temple, most of which are history books. When it is said that when the dynasty is about to fall, some stories are often spread, such as prophecies from heaven and ominous visions. At that time, I was still a little enlightened. It is to compose a speech to exonerate—it seems that this is God’s will and cannot be resisted. But now looking at the scene here, I can’t even sing an opera. It seems that people have a premonition. My master said that when everything is born, there Their respective climates are inside, and they cannot escape their predetermined fate, but all things have spirits, even if they are ignorant, they can still get some hints, so don't deceive me." Xie Lang said.

After the little Taoist finished speaking, he looked at the people around him, wanting to get a response, but everyone walked separately, and no one paid attention to him.Xie Lang scratched the back of his head, not knowing why the atmosphere suddenly sank, but it seemed that he was the only one who didn't know how to feel sad.

Lu Hongyan often practices swords in the courtyard. In the late spring, the red is like rain, the sword is surging, and the flowers are falling.Although she has a slender figure, the path on the sword is extremely heavy, and the pressure is extremely heavy, so it is not smooth enough.Chen Weichen was tired of reading, so he kindly mentioned a few words, and the girl was obedient.

Master Guo Shi also came to Chen Mansion to join in the fun when he was free, and now he was lying lazily on the glass couch.It was extremely cold on Xingluoyuan, he came here, he couldn't stand the heat, his clothes became thinner and thinner, it was very outrageous.

"I said," Xing Qiu said, "what's the matter with you two?"

His reference was somewhat unclear, so Chen Weichen asked, "With whom?"

"Your sword." Xing Qiu replied as a matter of course.

Chen Weichen had to explain to him that it wasn't that his sword spirit turned into a human, but that the human turned into a sword.

For this reason, he had to take out his fan to testify—this is his weapon with blood.

"Tsk, there is still such a way to turn the body into a sword," Xing Qiu said, "you must know that everything has an anim, and it is easy to turn things into people, but it is difficult to turn people into things. Oh, Brother Chen, I have to pity you."

There are some incomprehensible legal theories in the immortal way and the devil way, Chen Weichen asked: "Where do you start?"

The Demon Emperor stretched out his hand, and the little phoenix flew into his hand obediently, letting him play with it, he lightly said: "These beasts really live cleanly, look, in this world, apart from people, is there anything like this?" How troublesome? It can be seen that it is easy to create troubles, difficult to eliminate troubles, easy to create entanglements, and difficult to sever entanglements. Those spirits and beasts, who cultivate human form and understand the world, can have one in 1, but they have learned more. It's not rare. But how many of these people—human beings can cut off emotions and desires, and make an object without any worries? And if he can transform a sword, he must have such a state of mind. Brother Chen, you If you fall in love with someone, they won't put you in their eyes."

Chen Weichen was poked and almost vomited blood, he said sadly: "Brother Xing, if you don't wink and keep your mouth shut, I don't know how many enemies you will provoke."

Xing Qiu snorted: "I'm still afraid that there will be enemies?"

Chen Weichen knew how to cure him, so he covered his face with a Buddhist scripture, and said, "You have created oral karma to make the monk angry."

Xing Qiu sighed: "It's okay to be angry, I don't want to see him again for the rest of my life."

He turned around sullenly, shut up and didn't speak.

Mr. Chen had no choice but to make amends—it was hard to coax him back.

He thought to himself, these two people are really poor and boring, to the point of stabbing each other for fun,

Xing Qiu also remedied: "However, since he is willing to let you use the sword, he doesn't think you are an outsider. I think he behaves intimately with you in normal times, but it has not been like this in recent days—what is it? gone?"

Chen Weichen didn't answer, but asked, "Have you ever been in love with that monk?"

Xing Qiu seemed to have heard some big joke, and said "ha": "There are hundreds of beauties in my palace, which one can't be found, and if I think about it, I can't afford to talk to the bald donkey?"

Chen Weichen said: "Then what do you want him to do?"

Xing Qiu shook his head in a little confusion: "I haven't seen him for 20 years, and I went to his temple full of joy. I just want to meet and catch up, and stay together often. He hates me for not following the right path. , and think that I missed his practice, and he doesn't even want to see me, it really makes me sad."

"At first I just wanted to be by his side," Chen Weichen recalled the day when he was obsessed with ghosts and almost overstepped the rules, and said, "But after more than half a year, I became more and more dissatisfied and unable to control myself. We are intimate, and we want to be more intimate.”

"Brother Chen, I think you have completely moved your heart." Xing Qiu stayed out of the matter, pinching his voice to imitate the opera, "Brother Chen, you, you--you can do it for yourself--you can do it for yourself!"

Chen Weichen smiled, stroking the fan with his fingertips: "Forget it."

Seeing his forced smile, Xing Qiu changed the subject and became lazier again: "In a few days, I'm going to tell that idiot emperor about his illness. He actually wants me to preside over the ceremony of enshrining Zen—he really thinks he is The orthodox emperor, but I'm afraid of being struck by lightning, so it's better to escape early."

Chen Weichen: "When will Zen be enshrined?"

Xing Qiu did the math: "The 24th of this month is not far away."

After all, Master Guoshi seemed to think of something again: "Zhuang Baihan, he seems to be living a good life, and he is also liked by the emperor. The idiot is tired of those wooden old geese in the court. The younger generation is very good. I liked his upright and dignified articles, and even gave him the job of writing Feng Chan essays—but those old idiots with a sour look were so pissed off that they didn't get such a good job that went down in history, they almost went to the post .”

Chen Weichen was a little surprised: "I thought he wasn't the kind of person who would adapt to the times."

"It's really not," Xing Qiu pondered for a while, "I think this should be a great event for their mortal literati. When we meet on the road, I congratulate him for writing a Zen article for the dynasty. He will be famous forever. Guess what he said ?”

Chen Weichen shook his head.

Xing Qiu said: "He was not happy. He said, 'Historians are straightforward. After a hundred years, they will naturally distinguish between orthodoxy, arrogance, tyranny, and partial security. In the green bamboo book in the future, I, the emperor, and you are all just clowns'." "

Chen Weichen: "Sure enough, it still hasn't changed, how do you reply?"

"Me?" Xing Qiu pursed his lips and smiled: "I said, I don't care if it is orthodox or partial, I just want to see how the emperor seeks death, and then he left without talking to him - we didn't have much friendship, so we had nothing to say explain."

"Later," Xing Qiu narrowed his eyes, "when he reached the end of the alley, I heard him laugh."

Chen Weichen spread out his fan and shook it slowly: "Interesting."

It was already evening after sending off the Master of the State Teacher. After dinner and killing time, Chen Weichen fell asleep and went back to his bedroom—he seemed to be always sleepy these days.

In a drowsy state, he heard Ye Jiuya's footsteps approaching, and when he took off his coat, he reached the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled it over, hugged it tightly, and put his head on it.

Ye Jiuya had nothing to do with him.

After Chen Weichen wrote the sword manual of "Long Lovesickness" with him that day, he didn't like to talk much.The usual smile has also been reduced a lot.

It's just that I still have to share the same bed with him at night, and I have to hug him to sleep peacefully.

He had nowhere to put his arms, so he had to hug them back.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to meditate and practice, and after a long time, I gradually get used to falling asleep.

However, I haven't been able to sleep for the past few days.

Taking advantage of the dim red candle, Ye Jiuya was able to see Chen Weichen's face clearly - when he closed his eyes, he couldn't see the expression, as if he had forgotten his worries, and looked very obedient.

The bright moon was gradually rising, and when it reached the middle of the sky, the person in his arms suddenly trembled slightly, and his brows were slightly frowned.

——In the past few days, it has always been like this at midnight, and it will take a while to get better. He probed Chen Weichen's meridians, but there was no abnormality.

But tonight seemed too long.

Even his breathing became short of breath, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.

He called him by name: "Dust."

After a few sounds, the trembling finally stopped, and Chen Weichen slowly opened his eyes.

When he first woke up, he was a little confused, when he saw Ye Jiuya for the first time, he shrank instinctively, let go of his arms, and stepped back.

It wasn't until it gradually cleared up that he passed by again.

Ye Jiuya asked him: "Is there any discomfort?"

"I'm in pain," heard a very soft and low voice, "Ye Jun, I'm in pain."

Chen Weichen stared blankly at the top, then turned his head to look at Ye Jiuya, and did not speak for a long time.

Ye Jiuya finally remembered his heart that was too sad to be happy.

Chen Weichen only said that he had this one problem, but in the past six months, he has not been much of a problem on weekdays, and his meridians and body are all fine, so he gradually thinks that it is just a small and harmless ailment.

Now that I think about it, only the first time I saw her, on August [-]th, when I was drinking by the sea, I showed some signs, and it never happened again after that.

He wondered for no reason whether he hadn't been in pain, or he had concealed it too well.

After thinking about it this way, I asked this question.

"Do you...do you also suffer from pain on weekdays?"

"Not often," the man in his arms murmured, "Occasionally a few times."

Ye Jiuya saw that he lowered his eyes and didn't look directly at him like in the past, and suddenly remembered that the day before, the young master scratched his hand on the rockery, and it was dripping with blood.Xiao Tao took a handkerchief and wiped it with water, her eyes were red.

Chen Weichen just smiled slightly, and stroked her hair with the other hand: "Hey, don't cry, it doesn't hurt."

"You are the most hateful person," Xiaotao's voice was tearful, "You are used to telling lies to whitewash the peace, thinking that whoever has never been injured and bleeds, don't you know that you are in pain?"

That's right - Ye Jiuya looked at Chen Weichen and thought to himself, it was a few times, it was many times.

If it wasn't for the fact that this person was not very clear when he first woke up and was asked, he might have buried it in his heart for the rest of his life.

He asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Chen Weichen just smiled: "I said, will you feel sorry for me? - If not, what do I say it for?"

He said again: "Wu Qing Dao doesn't know the seven emotions and six desires, I know you can't - as long as you treat me well on weekdays and don't make me sad like you wrote the sword manual last time, you will be satisfied. You are always so hateful, while Lied to me, while thinking about him. Although I am willing to be deceived by you, it is not that I will not feel sad. Next time, I..."

He paused for a while, but couldn't say anything serious after all, closed his eyes, leaned against Ye Jiuya's chest, and said muffledly: "Sleep."

Ye Jiuya stroked his hair with his fingers.

He thought, distressed - what kind of mood is it?

If the internal organs of the heart are not injured by external forces, there will be no pain.

I can only think of Xiaotao wiping the young master's injured hand, her red eyes and her crying voice.

In the end, he felt Chen Weichen slipping into his arms again, perhaps because his shoulders were exposed and he caught the cold.Then I thought, treat him well.So she reached out and pulled the smooth silk brocade quilt to cover her shoulders, hugging her tightly, and gradually fell asleep amidst the flickering candlelight.

The whitewashed peace is often much more decent than the real one.

This is true in the Chen Mansion, in the capital, and even in the entire Southern Dynasty.

After the auspiciousness has descended, your majesty is holy, and you will inherit the fate of heaven and earth, and the Zen will be enshrined soon.

Taoist temples are built one by one, and the silver in the treasury flows out like a stream of water. Small-scale sacrifices are also held one after another, and they are also amnesty to the world, and the whole world celebrates. No matter how lively the day is, the night is also decorated with lights and festoons to celebrate the prosperity of the peaceful world. .

When the treasury is gradually empty, the majestic mountain roads are dug, the magnificent rooftops are completed, the statues along the way are gradually completed, and the recruited peasants have exhausted their strength, the ceremony of enshrining Zen is gradually approaching.

Xing Qiu was sick and lying in the State Teacher's Mansion, and the six imperial decrees could not be pulled out, and finally he could only cough a few times weakly, and told the eunuch who came to announce the decree: "Cough... this father-in-law, I really... ...cough cough cough, it's a good fortune to be able to watch the grand ceremony, presiding over this matter, really, cough cough...cough cough cough..."

It was difficult for the eunuch to expose how fake his cough was, so he was dragged and kicked out of the door by a group of followers.

The emperor was also helpless. After much deliberation, the department that undertook this kind of thing in the previous dynasty was trampled down in the flames of war, and it was not rebuilt after moving south.And in that group of old ministers who said they were highly respected, but in fact had wrinkled faces and sour mouths, they couldn't find a suitable candidate.He was distracted when he saw Zhuang Baihan, who came to present the Zen text, with handsome features and a tall and straight figure, the more he looked the more pleasing to the eye, he waved his sleeves: "Go!"